Neelix: Coffee, anyone? Captain?
Capt. Kathryn Janeway: No thanks, I've had enough. One more cup and I'll jump to warp.
Flotter T. Water III: And how are you today, Mr. Trevis?
Trevis: Feeling a little stiff, my slippery friend. And you?
Flotter T. Water III: Well, now that you mention it, I'm feeling a little washed out.
Flotter T. Water III: [referring to Neelix] Who's the furball?
Neelix: Do you miss your parents?
Seven of Nine: I barely remember them.
Neelix: Maybe that's a blessing.
[Seven is called away over comm and prepares to leave]
Seven of Nine: I adapted. The child, Naomi, will adapt as well.
Neelix: Borg wisdom.
Tom Paris: I never thought it would come down to this - suffocating beneath kilotons of rock on some nameless planetoid.
Tuvok: Did you envision a more heroic death?
Tom Paris: I didn't envision dying at all.
Tuvok: In accepting the inevitable, one finds peace.
Tom Paris: If that's another Vulcan saying, Tuvok, I'll stick with "Live long and prosper".
Naomi Wildman: I don't like sickbay.
Neelix: Why not?
Naomi Wildman: It's full of creepy things - alien organs and hyposprays...
Neelix: Well, that's not true.
Naomi Wildman: The Doctor talks too much.
Neelix: Well, that's his way.
Naomi Wildman: Can't you reprogram him or something?
[Flotter has devised a trap for Trevis the tree monster]
Flotter T. Water III: The bell will scare him high into those branches, where counterweights will bend the treetop, till it springs back, catapulting him pond-ward, and splash! He'll sink like a log.
Naomi Wildman: But Flotter - logs float.
Flotter T. Water III: Ah, details, details.
[Ensign Wildman has been injured in a crash landing]
Tom Paris: [examining her] You'll be all right - minor concussion, a few fractures, nothing I can't handle.
Ensign Samantha Wildman: You're a great nurse, but you're a lousy liar.
Ensign Samantha Wildman: Who's going to look after Naomi?
Tuvok: You should not concern yourself with that now.
Ensign Samantha Wildman: How can you say that?
Tuvok: My youngest child has been without a father for four years. Yet I am certain of her well-being, that I conveyed my values to her before leaving, and I have confidence in the integrity of those around her. You have been an exemplary mother to Naomi, and she is in the hands of people you trust. She will survive and prosper, no matter what becomes of us.
Naomi Wildman: [of Trevis, the tree monster] He turned out to be very nice. His bark was worse than his bite.
Neelix: [laughs] Where did you learn to make such silly puns?
Naomi Wildman: You.
Naomi Wildman: [on her mother] Has anybody talked to her?
Neelix: Well... n-not in a day or two, but...
Naomi Wildman: Starfleet Regulation 476-9: "All away teams must report to the bridge at least once every 24 hours."
Neelix: You really are gonna make an excellent Captain's assistant.
Harry Kim: How is she?
Neelix: On the Naomi anxiety scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is a touch of insomnia and 10 is a panic attack - 'bout 5.
Capt. Kathryn Janeway: I realize you care about Naomi, and you're only trying to protect her. But you've got to tell her the truth.
Neelix: "Good morning, Naomi, would you like some papalla juice with your cereal? And, oh, by the way, your mother is buried under thirty kilotons of rock."
Neelix: When my family was killed, I lost everything. I... still have nightmares. It hasn't been easy. I don't want Naomi to go through what I did.
Capt. Kathryn Janeway: I understand. And you're right. But this situation is different.
Neelix: How so?
Capt. Kathryn Janeway: Naomi has you.
Neelix: I... I never told you this before; but, when I was much younger, I lost my mom, in a terrible war. My father and my sisters too. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me - always wondering, how did they die? Were they worried about me? Could they still be alive? I thought if I could just keep you from wondering, you wouldn't have to feel what I did.
Naomi Wildman: You were pretending that nothing was wrong. That nothing bad happened. Do you ever pretend that nothing bad happened to *your* family?
Naomi Wildman: Does it help?
Neelix: Not really.
Tom Paris: [recording his goodbye message] ... But hey, B'Elanna, look on the bright side - no more day-old pizza laying around. And you'll never have to watch another chapter of Captain Proton again.
Voyager Computer: [bleeps] Warning! Life support has fallen to critical levels.
Tom Paris: Don't mind the computer. She's just jealous that I'm spending my last few minutes talking to *you*. - So long.
Ensign Samantha Wildman: [recording her goodbye message] Hi, honey. I know you're feeling sad right now, but... I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? First of all, I love you. Second, I want you to know that I'm proud of you - how smart you are, how funny, how kind you are to other people. And I know that you are going to grow up to do extraordinary things. Last - and I know this is a hard one - try not to be scared -... - Listen to Neelix. He'll be taking care of you now. Bye, honey.